Going Home from Road Rage by Grump Truck

I left behind my clouded mind,
My wallet and my keys
I walked on out for miles and miles
I searched around from town to town
I never found my peace
Can I keep living in denial?

Eloquent, articulate
Her words shined me a light
They tried to guide me back to mainland
But it's so freeing in the Sound
And the tide rolls in at night
Things didn't go the way that We planned

All that's real
Is what's in our heads
Don't believe a word they say
And all our work
Won't mean a thing
Nothing matters anyway

So I'm going Home.

Shut down and cut down to the bone,
I'm just a shell of what I was
I wish that I could stand Her
Things were much easier back then,
Tied down by things that We believed
How nice it was to have the answers

All that's real
Is what's in our heads
Don't believe a word they say
And all our work
Won't mean a thing
Nothing matters anyway

So I'm going Home.

• Hard Rock
• Rock
• acoustic guitar
• alternative rock
• blues rock
• New Berlin